*So Tim waking up without having any memory of what he did last night isn't an unusual occurance. But he usually doesn't wake up naked. Or on the floor. Especially not next to a set of pom poms. And why are his boxers on the bed post and fucking a that comm is on. He swipes it and shoves it in a drawer while he gets properly dressed.*What the hell
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Shut the fuck up!
[ -coming from Tim's bathroom. WELL, Elle has to wake up somewhere, so it might as well be there. ]
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Who's in there?
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Eventually Elle emerges, dripping red water. Her clothing itself has no interesting features this time, although it is stained and torn in places, as well as completely soaked overall.
Her face looks-- well, let's just say if you only have one eye left it doesn't do well to have it be a black one. There's a split lip too and a cut on her chin. Where her hair isn't soaked it's caked in blood.
She moves slowly, clutching her stomach as she does. In the room she halts and looks at the spider. Then at Tim. Then back at the spider. And Tim again.]
Ew.
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In the blink of an eye she closes the distance between them and has Tim shoved against the wall, arm pressed against his throat. ]
I'm sorry, what was that?
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What the hell?
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[ The arm that isn't holding Tim in place moves. Then there's the sound of a gun clicking, followed by-
-why I just woke up in your bathroom.
[-the feeling of a muzzle being pressed against Tim's stomach. ]
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*He trails off at the feel of the gun against him, his eyes going wide. There's an audible gulp as he stares at her silently.*
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Here is where I pause and wonder, 'Is little Timmy telling me the truth?'?
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*He's gone pale. He has no idea how to placate the crazed one eyed lady with a gun*
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[ Elle lets go of him and takes a step back. ]
Fair enough.
[ She puts away the gun and walks over to his closet, taking out a new set of clothes and a black sports bag. ]
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